Three Card Monty

SherrieTheriault — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 03:11:44 -0700

March 15 Three Card Monty When I learn to excel at the good games and learn to leave the bad ones alone I think I will be all right. Simple enough to do when I can take off this blindfold and see the long term consequences of my pursuits. Engage this pastime and have no future; abandon that play and squander hope. Eyes open wide, I see what there is to see, but around the corner I ...

Patricide

SherrieTheriault — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 05:13:04 -0700

March 14 Patricide I never killed my father. Why finish a job that someone is completing all on his own. It’s not that I didn’t wish him dead; I did and do for that matter. Don’t misunderstand me, I wish him no harm, it’s just that he is like a creature so tortured that he is nothing but a danger and a misery. Left to live he is a hazard to everyone he has contact with, an ...

Wax On

SherrieTheriault — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 05:25:44 -0800

March 13 Wax On “Sometimes a dish is just a dish,” I said to my sponsor.“Yes and sometimes it is the world away, which you hold in your hand,” her reply.I stand at the sink and try to wash the dishes when I am washing the dishes. I try to drive the car when I drive the car. These simple acts of concentration focus and sooth the jagged mental sutures where I am supposed to be ...

Creed

SherrieTheriault — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 03:23:16 -0800

March 12 Creed We have a long standing family tradition of viewing miracles as tragedy; this custom has afforded us many a fine escape from the unknown. Most things in life are bad; people, places, things, this belief is protective though useless. Ultimately I feel this belief is not what colors the dynastic impression of the miraculous, but the apprehension is due ...

Conception 2

SherrieTheriault — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 03:11:24 -0800

March 11 Conception 2 My active voice is the elixir of fire my addiction would have me snuff in order to keep us hidden from each other, me hidden from you, you hidden from me and no one noticing you or I pouring the drinks. Minus my active voice I slip easily into unconsciousness, my effectiveness doused. My active voice is the light in my room the candle in my window, the glow ...

Isolation

SherrieTheriault — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 03:21:53 -0800

March 10 Isolation I isolate from you, I isolate from others, I isolate from friends, isolate from G-d, I practice connecting by connecting with my sponsor, practice connecting with my friends, practice connecting with G-d, finally I am able to connect with you, the first thing I do is isolate us from them, my sponsor, my friends, my G-d, they are all now on the outside of the bubble of us ...

Revelatations

SherrieTheriault — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 02:19:08 -0800

March 9 Revelations And I, Sherrie, had a new freedom and a new happiness for the first freedom and the first happiness were passed away. And there were no more tears. This is how it should be and for the most part this is how it is. Hell’s gates hang broken on their hinges and I walk free. The world is mine to explore and I am happy. More than a notion, my life is a fact; ...

R`esistance

SherrieTheriault — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 03:21:35 -0800

March 8 Résistance Resisting tough love is approaching long run action with short run thinking. I hate to set the toddling babe down lest he fall, but in the end if I do not put him down he and I will both be the worse for it. Whether I see a forest or I see trees depends so very much on my perspective, also on my willingness to delay the prevention of minor scrapes to eliminate ...

Migration

SherrieTheriault — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 06:20:22 -0800

March 7 Migration Why does an alcoholic leave the drink behind? To go where it’s warm, because drunkenness has become cold comfort, because the climate has changed. The wind resists the flight from the bottle and the initiative to break the flow is rotated among the flock. Though each member of the band plays their part, the one diverting the air just ahead of me and the one just ...

The Price of Today's Ride

SherrieTheriault — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 04:07:23 -0800

March 6 The Price of Today’s Ride Much of my spiritual awakening has been spent separating myself from the nightmare of the past, reassuring myself that in fact, it the horror, is over. As my present has improved my reactions are still invested with the hide or fly coping of a child dealing with terror. Things get better yet barricades are erected, departing flights secured. ...

What and When, When and How..........and Why

SherrieTheriault — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 03:23:33 -0800

March 5 What and When, When and How……and Why Arriving at the place where I have nothing to prove, afforded me the luxury of not having to proclaim the amount of time I have, when I share in a meeting. Taking the score keeping out of the equation I was then able to think of what it was that motivated me to speak in a meeting. Self-Possession, a great gift to inhabit, a greater gift ...

A Duck Trying to Teach a Fish to Swim

SherrieTheriault — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 03:13:26 -0800

March 4 A Duck Trying to Teach a Fish to Swim Just because you’ve been in the water doesn’t mean you know how to swim. Just because you swim in the water doesn’t mean you can teach me how. Floating on top and plunging your head under the surface occasionally, doesn’t qualify you to safe guard me. Poaching is unpleasant to those of us caught, we that were foolish enough to ...

The Horse of a Different Stripe

SherrieTheriault — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 02:16:24 -0800

March 3 The Horse of a Different Stripe When I arrived at the horse and pony show, I saw all there was to see; there were Morgans, Walkers, and Paints. Yet I couldn’t help, but return to this particular zebra, the spark of my imagination, the inspiration of my dreams. There was no help for me, I want what I want and need what I need. It was all about spirit, all about soul; the ...

Stepping Up

SherrieTheriault — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 03:13:35 -0800

March 2 Stepping up I look along the list of names, look upon the sea of faces. Are there any whose eyes I avoid? I gaze across the landscape are there any craters, any pock marks, any divots. I tick through my actions those I’ve recently taken checking for stubbles, glitches, snafus. These combined facts and figures create a portrait of my day; I appraise the eyes, the hair, ...

Reality and Desire

SherrieTheriault — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 03:12:55 -0800

March 1 Reality and Desire “I know the difference between desire and reality,” I whisper to my new found friend. Who I am and what I am, are a reality unto themselves, your recognition of that and how you handle said recognition are for you and G-d. The vastness of the true you; I hope to spend a lifetime surveying; but not sampling. What you want and your reality are not mine ...